A Girl A Gun A Ghost Pangolin Dreams Lyrics

Staring through glasses with no lenses
At a tree climbing the sky
Our father seems to have lost his senses
As he stands before our burning home

With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance;
Evidence, if you will…
Gasoline dreams from a wishing well

I was so young; we were so innocent at a time when innocence made sense
The flames laughed at us as I held you in my arms
Youth would not be wasted on us; we both have come so far

What have I become? How could this have happened?
I was so careful, I wore the garbs of a saint with stained-glass cufflinks
I'd forgotten what I was looking for
Power is flowing but the bulb is blown
I have no faith to call my own

With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance;
Evidence, if you will…
Gasoline dreams from a wishing well
As I stumble onto broken knees, screaming at broken sleeping ghosts
On a hill with three trees…
The royalty is coming for my loyalty

Even Carpenters make mistakes, measure once cut twice
I am so very apathetic

You abandon me

Cradled in my mother's arms, my reserves have been set free

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